finding louis ✈ larry stylinson

✈️day twentyone - day twentytwo✈️

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day twenty one ; part two

"mum?"

"uh, isn't this, uh a lovely way to mee-"

"cut the chat louis tomlinson,"

that being said, louis' mouth closes and his eyebrows knit together in confusion as the rest of the table holds in their gasps and mind tossing questions as they watch the lady smile brightly at harry.

"it's been awhile, innit? how's my boy been?"

harry stammers in speech, shock laced with confusion in his voice, "i'm, uh, fine mum. how are yo-actually, no. how did you get out? i thought you had a year left in th-i mean, back in paris?"

niall secretly rolls his eyes, knowing exactly about harry's mum and harry being awful at spilling lies.

"not like you bothered checking up on your mum, so why worry? i'm anne by the way," anne laughs, reaching forward to gently shake everyone's hand except niall - who she already personally knows, and louis - who she seems to already dislike.

"it's nice to see everyone being all happy and smiley, you know?" anne whispers. "now and days, you see people having hardly any time for their friends and families." she fixes black hair quickly before glancing around the table to see everyone slowly nodding their heads in agreement.

"alright, lads and lady," harry claps his large hands together, rings slightly creating an echo. "time to head home because louis here, has a meet and greet tomorrow."

"yeah, i've gotta head home too," eddie finishes her glass of water, nodding towards niall who catches her glance and smirks slightly.

of course, harry sees the action.

"aw, no! why so early, baby?" anne whines, pouting while tugging lightly on her son's collar. "loosen up!"

louis mentally cringes as the word 'baby' is said but yet again, it's his boyfriend's mum who said it.

"i'm sorry anne," louis butts in, sliding out of the small booth. "your son is very tired and would like to head home now. i'm sure you guys would love to catc-"

glass suddenly breaks and louis lets out a small yelp.

"don't you dare!" anne yells, pointing her finger at louis' suited chest. "tell me what's best for my son, you hear me! he's my son and what? you're just-"

"mum! he's my boyfriend and i would like it if you didn't shove your finger on him and shove yourself in his face, mum!" harry shouts, his temper raging out of control as he slams his unfinished glass of vodka on the table and pushes between his angry, uninvited mum and slightly scared footballer boyfriend.

anne's stare at louis softens, her arm dropping and aiming forward to slap her son but with louis having good reflexes, he gets her moving hand just in time and puts it right back down by her side.

"as i said, we're tired and would like to go home and personally, i feel like you should head on home too. it's a shame to have to meet you in this in condition but another time, hopefully you'll be on better terms, yeah?" louis states, wrapping his free arm around harry's waist and with his other arm, waving the others to follow as he walks out the now almost emptied club with his bodyguard leading the way to his svu already parked.

"alright," niall sigh as they finally sit down; him and eddie in the back and jake, louis, and harry sat in the second half with the bodyguard starting the svu to life. "who's house we're going to because i'm homeless."